So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,14

pockets. I pulled up to the curb and parked. My hands felt sweaty, and my heart pounded. Images of my man laying up with his other woman flashed through my mind. I did not want to face what I might see if I went through with this. It was one thing to suspect Blunt of creeping, but it was quite another to walk up on him doing it. I knew that I would be crushed.

“What are you waiting on? Is this where his bitch lives?” asked Leesha, sounding angrier than me. She got out of the car and stood there with her hands on her hips while beckoning me.

That's all that it took. She was right, I needed to show some backbone. I got out of the car with my game face on. I turned to face her. “I’m about to go and confront these assholes,” I said.

Leesha waved me off. “Fuck that. I got somethin’ for his ass.” She smiled wickedly as she removed her car keys from inside her purse. I instantly understood.

I jingled my own car keys and giggled. “You are a fool, Cuz,” I said.

My eyes had started to feel a tad bit tired, and I felt giggly and happier. The liquor had me buzzing. I was aware that my judgment was becoming impaired because it was totally out of character for me to even think about vandalizing someone's property. Besides, Blunt's car was his pride and joy.

I was surprised that I wasn’t the least bit nervous nor were my hands trembling. I had always conducted myself like a lady, but it seemed to be getting me nothing but a broken heart and dogged on.

Leesha correctly read my apprehension. "Let me show you how to act a damn fool," she piped.

She ran up to Blunt's car and carved Bitch Ass Nigga on the hood. My mouth fell open and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Blunt was going to lose his mind when he saw that. Good, because I was losing mine. I was always told that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

"Take your key and go to work!" Leesha egged me on.

I went to the passenger door ---- the one Luscious more than likely used ---- and scratched the word whore, pressing down with all my might.

While I did that, Leesha finished decorating the hood then sprinted around to the rear of the car and added a little handiwork to the trunk. When our mission was complete, we both ran back to my car.

I thought to myself, No, I’m not about to let Luscious whorish ass get away that easy. I sprinted over to her Charger and wrote, I suck dick for free on her driver’s side door. I raced back to my vehicle, started the engine, mashed down on the gas as hard as I could, and left there quickly.

On the way back to my place, Leesha turned up the radio. 2 Chainz tune, ‘Different’ pumped out of the speakers. She started bouncing around, waving her hands in the air.

“O.M.G, bitch, that’s my shit!” She began singing along, “I’m different, yeah I’m different…” She tooted her lips up and was getting it in.

While she was acting a fool, my mind went back to what we had just done. It was childish and sooo ghetto, but I had no regrets. I just wished that I could see the look on Blunt's face when he saw what type of things a woman will do when she's fed up. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and my heart felt as if it had been broken into a billion pieces.

Blunt was lucky it was his car that I scratched up instead of his freaking face.

Heated

Blunt

I was sittin’ in a stank ass jail cell where I would have to remain for twenty-four hours before I would be allowed to bond out.

“That’s the policy,” Mika told me during my collect call to her. “They do that to give a man who’s been arrested for domestic violence time to cool off so he won’t get out and go back over there and kill someone,” she explained.

“Them mothafuckas must can read my mind!” I seethed and my chest expanded and deflated wit’ every angry breath I took.

“Just calm down. I’ll come bond you out as soon as I’m permitted, okay?” Her tone was soothing, but my anger was too hot to be calmed.

As if he knew that I was lookin’ for somebody’s ass to